Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.

ENDORPHINATIONis so much more than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

This is from a piece written 16 July 2011 posted @ 11:11 AM. Note: The unintentional prescient message preceded the global OCCUPY movement by two months. May it hold relevancy today, 8 December 2012.

Dear Friends, Radiant Shards of the One Galactic Crystal:

To be sure, it has taken millennia meeting at expedient, appointed times to dismantle the narrow, dark corridors of 3D epistemology. We have been patient and long-suffering, tilling closed minds and hard hearts, planting the seeds of self-evident Truth enshrined in HeartMind Divinity.

The time is nigh when individuals who were once indicted heretical, silenced upon the executionary pyre, will arise now from the smoldering ashes congregating as a unified global population, in numbers too loud and vast to be ignored.

Thank you for being punctual, keeping our dates with destiny through the years. Hold fast to the dream. Venerated salutations to you, ALL, for fulfilling the sacred contract of Ascended Christ Consciousness.

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EPIPHANY: TRANSFIGURATION: WHY I AM WHO I AM

I must have been 5 years old, because I recall sharing a bedroom with my younger brother, 4 years my junior. He slept behind retractable bars in a crib. My twin-size bed was positioned parallel within whispering distance, the headboard situated under a rather large window festooned with curtains, sheer and diaphanous.

Except for a streetlight two houses down, there was no errant light around outside. Thus, if especially unsleepy, which was most every night, I would either kneel on my pillow, elbows propped on the sill---or, I could lay supine, neck hyper-extended and peer out into a magical star-speckled sky, drawing pictures by connecting the twinkling dots. The comforting chorus of nocturnal creatures, concealed amidst the phantasmagorical landscape, enchanted my eardrums--a drone, an incessant, yet soothing night-music lullaby, coaxed me to sleep, drifting out beyond the stars.

On one of those star-trek nights, cast adrift in the Orphic Realm, my bed transformed into an interplanetary craft and I experienced one of the first of many to follow OBEs. Except this was an epiphany---though, at the time, my young, imaginative mind construed the numinous event like something akin to Dorothy being whisked away to the Land of Oz.

It was an angelic visitation in technicolor splendor, broadcast in high definition widescreen. In short, I witnessed an avatar of a previous martyred incarnation. Attired in a black tuxedo, arms outstretched as if crucified, the body was suspended overhead at a 45 degree declination.

The sky was refulgent, the multiverse flood-lit with glorious unified light is how I would describe it today. Yet, to the wonderment of this child, the body continued to ascend heavenward, an out of sight transfiguration, borne aloft by celestial, respendent light pixelating into millions, billions, trillions of white doves...

Jost

I am an eternal seeker of the numinous and mystical. Possessing a penchant for couture and culture, I like to think outside the box. The Golden Rule has always been a guiding proverb. Off the beaten path, you would find me eager to revel in magic and adventure.

NUN ASCENDING, Assisi, 1999: Jost van Dyke

APHORISM

All the life-changing golden opportunities, every narrow escape disclosing a providential detour, prayers seemingly unanswered, wishes coming true at a precise intersection of longitude and latitude, bravely marching onward to a unique beat of miraculous systolic rhythm has led you to where you're sitting at this moment in time and space, NOW.